Chapter 9
His words were like fuel on the fire of their anger.
The classmates erupted, demanding I be held accountable. Someone even grabbed a discarded needle and charged at me.
screaming, “Why should you get off scot-free? If we’re going down, you’re coming with us!”
Another voice screamed through the chaos, raw and breaking. “You knew! You knew and you let it happen! Why didn’t
you stop us? You just stood there and watched, you watched us all walk right into it!”
Fortunately, the police quickly contained the situation, forming a protective wall around me.
Once order was somewhat restored, all the students were immediately taken to the CDC for HIV testing.
In the waiting room, they prayed, each hoping against hope to be the lucky one spared.
But when the doctor in the white coat came out, his solemn face told them everything they needed to know.
Every single classmate tested positive. A clean sweep of HIV.
Their faces drained of all color.
AIDS.
It meant their promising young lives were now condemned to a living hell.
This is your fault, Luna! You knew and you did it anyway!”
‘You’re sick! You’re actually evil’
I hope you burn for this!”
They descended on Luna, kicking and punching her. Even Ethan couldn’t restrain himself, he stepped forward and
slapped her hard across the face.
Luna dropped her head, shoulders shaking with sobs.
“Why are you crying? You did this to us! You ruined everything!”
But when Luna looked up, her face was dry. Her body was trembling, but the only moisture was a single tear clinging to
the corner of her eye.
Then… she laughed. A low, gurgling chuckle that built into a full-blown, hysterical cackle.
“You think I’m the monster? Look at you! All of you, so perfect, so united. Her laughter sharpened, turning jagged. “Well,
now we really are united. Welcome to the club, idiots. You wanted to be my heroes so badly? Now you get to be with me
forever. We’re all going down together.”
Luna kept laughing, a wild, unhinged sound as they hit her. Her pretty, gentle face was gone, twisted into something ugly
and triumphant. She didn’t even flinch.
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She knew it didn’t matter if they killed her now. It was done. They were all infected. Incurable.
At least this way, she wouldn’t be going to hell alone.
A look of satisfaction crossed her features.
That look only enraged her attackers further. Ethan, his face a mask of pure hatred, walked over. He pulled a knife from
behind his back and plunged it into her.
The rage on his face was identical to when he had killed me in our past life.
Only this time, the victim was different.
Luna’s life ended in a burst of crazed laughter.
By the time the police regained control, Luna was dead. The remaining students, driven mad, continued to desecrate her
body, their eyes filled with bottomless hate.
The crazed mob was soon taken away.
They now faced a dual sentence, prison time, and the lifelong torment of AIDS.
As for me, Chloe Bennett… my life was finally, truly, beginning again.
Chapter 9

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